Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.